Good Werewolf Novels & Stories

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

Garrit comes into the lobby. “Didn’t you say the girl is living with three boys?” asks Carl. “Yes.” “Who is this third boy who you didn’t see around the house very often?” “Blonde hair. Not a vampire.” “Of course, because he is a werewolf.” “So, how do you plan to get to him?” Asks Luther. “Kidnap someone from the house again?” “Yes, because that worked out so well last time,” Carl says irritably. “I can do it this time,” says Garrit.

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

I was just trying to win sometime, hoping that Luther would notice that I was missing, and he would rescue me. “It’s not the same case when it comes to werewolves. Your power is defined by your rank, and you receive your rank by birth. The only way to have a higher rank is by killing someone who has a higher rank than you." "As much as I want to have this cultural exchange with you. I'm afraid that you need to see my gifts, after that, you showed me yours." The moment he spoke, his eyes terrifyingly changed to purple, it was something like lightning. It was lightning that showed up from his hands. As if it's not weird enough.

"The alpha with the lowest status is the one-star alpha. Above it is the two-star alpha, as well as the three-star alpha. My shadow army is the three-star alpha, while the one Alexis defeated was the one-star alpha, probably weaker." "Then what's the difference?" "Didn't I already say that? Werewolves are more concerned with strength than intelligence. Even if they are stupid and can't process information properly, an alpha that is stronger in combat will have a higher position." Reinhard nodded in understanding. "After that, above alpha, there is a werewolf general. Unlike alpha, to become a general, a werewolf must have high strength and intelligence. Also, there are five werewolf generals

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

He asked him. Justin rolled his head and then responded to the question nonchalantly. "I'm sorry, she came during the incantations, but aside from that, nothing happened.". He clarified to Derek. "I see, but don't you think we should at least tell her the truth?".He turned to me and continued, "Sarah, do you believe in Werewolves?" He paused at the end of that question. "Werewolves? Are you they real?". I asked, finding it hard to believe.

Duvren asked, watching as the three remaining wolves gritted their teeth in anger, the werewolf, who was not in his wolf form, hissed with anger, while the two werewolves who were on their wolves form howled a thunderous growl, Duvren watched with interest, they were sure given him a melodic drama, "How dare you, witch boy, come to our territory, and you kill our kind, you don't have any fear, do you? The human werewolf asked, his facing depicting hate and loathe, for the witch, he knew the witch, the witch is a second pure-blooded witch, the fourth-strongest witch in the entire witches race, "Your territory, have you forgotten your status so quick, OK fine, to refresh your memory, you are a

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

I must say, he has been acting strangely ever since that night it felt like he was making love to me. “He is in here somewhere. Watching us and making sure that our drinks don’t get spiked,” Zurig responded and that makes a lot of sense. Werewolves tend to be more attractive, beautiful and handsome than humans. Naturally shady male humans would try their luck with our drinks, same can be said for shady female humans.